Time flies when you're havin' fun. (Reis)

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

((OOC---This takes place after Schools in session, on Oatara.))

Zett had been through a lot in the last month: joining rag tag pirates, raids, treasure hunts, teaching rookies. He had ventured away from the ranks of his fellow out laws, and headed to the mid rim to the planet of Nar Shaddaa to take a personal break, one of the first he had in roughly 3 years. 3 years of running from a Hutt, not knowing if he would weak up the next day, or weather or not he would be eating the next day. To tell the truth the last few weeks of actually fighting with Spearpoint and taking the fight to the enemy; in this case the Sith whom also would like to See Zett's head on a plate, it felt good. But now that he had time on his hands he was taking a couple days to spend on his own. Granted Nar Shaddaa wasn't the best place for him to choose because it was Hutt controlled, if he looked at the wrong camera then he would have people from Hebba's organization all over him before he could say "Sithspit!" Maybe he secretly wanted the adventure of having Hebba after him. He was reminded of the boy he once was, a farm-boy slave who wanted to be a hotshot fly-boy, or a Pirate, or Smuggler, or Bounty Hunter, or anything that dealt with adventure. Kid, you had no idea what you where askin' for. Zett thought to himself as if talking to himself from the past.

A crackling came from in front of him, then a voice that broke in and out for a few seconds before Zett could hear it clearly, Captain of the "Star Hunter"... clear for landing! Docking pad 7.92 Zett turn on his out going speakers, Thank you for clearing me... Zett said rolling his eyes and shouting the comm unit off, ...Finally! Zett made a few adjustments to the ships entry route and then entered atmosphere.

Zett angled the ship to a 45› degree angle passing by buildings without hitting them then leveled out while going under a bridge that connected two buildings, then around the building with a sharp turn and a slowing of speed to make a landing on the docking pad assigned to him.

Zett let out a sigh, he just sat at the controls for a second, looking out at the city. One of the reasons he came out away from Spearpoint, was so he could work on his plans for taking Hebba down once and for all, uninterrupted. The first and one of the only sights he would be going to was a tavern type cantina that was joined with a hotel. He didn't plan on doing much while here, but he grabbed his blasters just in case. Once down the ramp and the ship was locked up, he headed off for the Cantina which was only a few buildings over from where he had landed.

He entered the cantina that was lit with dim purple lights, the furniture was white, the bar was round and the room itself was circle, the tables, chairs, and stools where all white as well. Zett walked up to a booth in the corner, a few minutes later and a young Pantoran waitress appeared to get his order, Alderaanian ale, Bantha burger, and I'm in a spending mood so the blue-milk shake. Zett said and the Pantoran nodded before she walked off.

[Reisier]

Is it possible to shatter a friendship of many years for a stupid decision? Can you cause the end of camaraderie after throwing caution in to the wind? More importantly, was it possible to cheat on a bar? And yes, that was meant literally.

Part of Amaris felt strange, drowned with inexplicable amounts of guilt. She was destroying the routine established so many years ago, where the Zelosian would head over to the dubious bar after a day of hard work. For many years now, Amaris would perch herself on the second stool to the right at the bar, a glass of whiskey ordered, followed by a small exchange with the burly bartender. Every once in a while, the Zelosian would accompany her visit to the cantina with a meal of sorts – a brown muck of soup, a dish the chef boasted to be his grandmother’s recipe. No offense to the potentially sweet woman, but the grandson’s forte did not lay in that particular recipe – or in the preparation of food, for that matter.

Yet, here she was, in this place – whatever this place was called – sipping a glass of Whyvern’s Reserve and enjoying a meal. She felt horrible and, at the same time, Amaris didn’t. It was a nice change of pace – the faces of questionable backgrounds and professions had been replaced with people of honest backgrounds, those who simply looked for a nice drink after work. The sour arguments and fights that erupted every once in a while were forgotten, replaced by laughter and lively music.

Muscles tugged at the Zelosian’s lips, pulling the female’s gentle features into a small smile. Verdant eyes traveled across the bar without interest, their attention never captured by a particular face. In fact, Amaris was mostly disengaged to her surroundings, as appealing as they were, keeping herself secured in a small booth. Legs crossed dejectedly in the chair she sat, casual sips taken from the clear drink in her hand. She slouched, if ever so slightly, into the seat’s plump cushion, heavy lids veiling her eyes.

“I could get used to this.” But, she was aware that wouldn’t happen; luck never graced her that way.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

It had been about 13 minutes now and Zett's food hadn't gotten to the table yet. He was getting more then a little hungry, so he stood and went to the first spot of the bar that the Bar tender wasn't busy at. He leaned over the counter and tugged on the slightly shorter mans shirt. He may have been shorter, but he was more rounded then Zett. Though it wasn't hard to find someone who was fatter then Zett.

With the mans attention Zett started, not really complaining, but ir had been long enough sense his order.
I ordered some food about 15 minutes ago, i think that trey is it actually. Zett looked to one that was sitting behind the bar tender, it had Zett's exact order on it, so he thought it was at the least. When it was handed to him, he didn't feel like going back to the booth, even if he could hide better there, he didn't have anything at that seat, so he just sat it down at the bar and began eating.

There was a bit of shouting and Zett looked over his shoulder, it wasn't toward him, nor was it any type of men Hebba would hire, so he wasn't worried further. He was sitting next to a Woman, she was around Zett's age he thought. He admitted to himself that she was rather cute, and he wouldn't be pressing it to say she was pretty. He didn't look at her after a short glance. Then he continued to look about the bar, another burly man sat a few seats to his left, and someone at a table behind him. All together he didn't have to look out for himself to much where he was sitting. Long as he was careful he would be fine.

(post 1991 YEAY)

[Reisier]

It was not uncommon for people to lose their temper; she could attest to the previous in more than one occasion. However, these moments of rage were usually reserved to those that actually deserved it: people unwilling to keep their side of a deal, those who tried jerking her around, and, well, those that simply rubbed her the wrong way. Then, there was this guy – the brazen man that strode towards the bar and without any particular reason, reached for the bartender. He growled some words at the much stockier male, before yanking a good tray out of his hands.

“I’ve heard about people not being themselves when hungry, but this is ridiculous!” The Zelosian’s weary eyes followed the exchange at her own discretion, spoonfuls of some type of soup ushered across her lips. Even when her muscles remained as relax as before the small argument had taken place, there was no doubt that Amaris was aware of her surroundings. At the slightest indication of violence, the smuggler wouldn’t hesitate to react accordingly to protect herself.

Thankfully, the situation soon fizzled out; the quiet monotony that the duo had interrupted, soon reassumed. But while Amaris had expected to continue her meal without any further interruptions, she froze at the sudden movement that followed. In a single movement, the male that had shaken her with his little exchange had settled besides her, tray full of food still in hand. It didn’t take long for him to begin wolfing down his meal, eating as if he had never eaten before. “You know,” Amaris started after a few minutes, a spoonful of vegetables raised to her lips, “…usually you don’t upset the people making your food.” She shrugged almost carelessly, mannerism that was very common to the Zelosian, “Just some food for thought.”

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

Zett was looking over the order on his food, it was defiantly his unless someone else ordered the same exact thing he did, at the same time he did. The woman on his right began speaking now, “You know,” she began and Zett stopped eating for a second to listen to her talk, he looked to her and he realized she was actually talking to him, “…usually you don’t upset the people making your food.” Zett chuckled, she was of course right, it wasn't his intention to make a scene, but he hadn't thought that far ahead. “Just some food for thought.” Zett nodded before turning back to the meal on the trey, Got enough to think about right now, but unless someone else ordered a Blue Milk Shake, then this is definitely my trey. Zett pointed out before actually sipping from the cold milk shake. It was an old favorite from when he had grown up on Tatooine. He quickly pulled away from that line of thought, it hadn't been that long ago sense his mother had been killed, he still had the images in his mind clearly as the people in the room, he was at the end of the grieving process by this time, but he was still wanting to place any blow he could to Hebba, that Hutt deserved nothing less then a grim death.

Zett sighed, he had come to two conclusions: first, he had to get out more, Second, he had to get that subject off his mind. Against his better judgment, he spoke to the woman, Hello By the way! He wanted to kick himself for that; If she had some sort of relation with Hebba, he had just signed his death warrant; if she wasn't she could be in danger just for talking to him if someone spotted him talking to her.

Zett sighed, Thanks for the life tip, I'll try not to forget it. He said, now more cautious about his surroundings, just in case such a simple day decided to go wrong.

[Reisier]

“Eh, it’s no life tip.” The Zelosian corrected, a spoon rolled thoughtlessly in her hand, “More like, a fact.” A true one at that; a lesson Jacobson had taught her many years ago. It was a safety measure, the elder human would say in more than one occasion, his barking voice kept at a considerably proper speaking level. Chefs in the smuggler’s moon were a fickle thing, with flaring tempers and boiling blood – a result from working endless of hours in the infernal kitchens. When met with annoyances, Jacobson had explained from experience, they weren’t above dropping a couple of laxatives into unsuspecting victims’ shakes and soups, as well as dropping or spitting on annoying customers’ meals. Sure, Amaris was sure that this wasn’t the case in this semi-respectable looking bar, though she had been known to be wrong.

She grimaced slightly at the thought; a mouthful of vegetables spooned carelessly across her lips again. “Though, doubt it would worry you either way.” Eyes closed, a thoughtful shrug released across her shoulders. She sighed softly, eyes falling across the tasty broth. She studied the frothy surface, broken up in areas as vegetables peaked above the surface. After their exchange, the Zelosian had fallen silent, her interest stolen by the food she continued to slowly consume.

His voice, however, shattered her quiet reverie, making the woman freeze, mouth wide, spoon inches away from her lips. Hello? She repeated the word in her head, surprised at the choice of words. Truth be told, it had been years since she had heard the greeting; rather, it had been years since the greeting had been used on her. Generally, the Zelosian would be dragged into conversations by friends and acquaintances seamlessly; as if there had been no beginning to them. Introductions were similar, niceties and introductions reserved for business – and, to top it off, they were fleeting. Gone as quickly as they had come, never repeated.

She chuckled slightly, spoon returned to the plate as she tipped her head in his direction. “Hello to you too.”

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

“Hello to you too.” She said in reply to Zett, he just smiled to himself. So far he was just happy no one wanted to kill him at the moment. He continued eating at his food. He was still a little twitchy, about when he might get bumped in the back, or when something in the background would crash to the floor, but at least at the expense of the moment he wasn't concerned with the women beside him, that had at times gotten him into trouble, trusting the right person at the wrong time, or vise versa. But for now he felt safe. He shook his head ever so slightly, safe wasn't the word either, more like, "stable". He didn't want to let the slight conversation die, but at the same time he wanted to leave people alone as much as possible, he knew his sense of humor, and overall personality tended to be irritating to some people, and though he couldn't tell if that was the case with her, he didn't want to press the matter and make an otherwise peaceful night go down by irritating anyone.

He decided to be quiet for a little while...

((OOC---sorry for shortness, Also if it's alright with you i'll drag in some sort of confrontation on the next post.))

[Reisier]

“Well, fancy seeing you here, Sataj.”

The voice was like oil; thick, slimy, unwanted. It made the Zelosian shut her eyes, teeth grinded against each other at the sound. Amaris cursed audibly, nose wrinkling in the process, recognition seeping through her skin. Force damn it. Head dropped back into her shoulders in desperation, a heavy sigh rolling though her lips. To say the Zelosian was annoyed would be an understatement – Amaris was fuming; her pale skin becoming increasingly flushed over time, the green tint in her cheeks swallowed by the purple light. She clenched and relaxed her muscles again and again, a forced smile pulled across her lips. “Orzu!” The woman greeted with feigned enthusiasm, spinning the stool around to meet the male.

“Fancy seeing you here indeed!” What the fraking void is he doing here? The woman tilted her head tentatively, motioning to the empty seat to her side. “You know, I’ve been meaning to call.” She jested, fingers clasped tightly around her drink. Frak, frak, frak! What the hell was she going to do? “Gotta say, needed to talk to you about our, erm, agreement.” The one were she dropped the cargo into some lake after he had asked to be delivered after forgetting to inform her that she was carrying some of the galaxy’s more questionable substances. Once Amaris told Orzu of what had happened, the Zelosian swore his head would explode. He was yelling so unbelievably loud that his voice was turned into something short of a squeal – red-faced, red-eared, eyes bulging from his skull. She smiled fondly at the memory, though the pleasantness it brought was quickly cut short.

“Cut the crap.” He sneered, making Amaris hold out her hands defensively. “I want a full reimbursement.” She nodded in agreement, shoulders shrugged. “Fair enough.” She could definitely pull enough money here and there to make the full payment to get this man off her back – that, or she could get enough money to get an extension. “And I want my cargo back.” The pale color that stretched across her skin was drained, lips agape. “Wait, what?”

“My Cargo. All of it.” Green eyes rolled from the man, to the young male she had been talking to, to back to the man again. He couldn’t possibly be serious. How the hell did he expect her to find the cargo?! She crossed her arms, tongue echoing a ‘cluck.’ She leaned slightly forward, a small laugh leaving her lips. “How about this,” She countered, fingers laced in front of her face. “I don’t get your cargo back, but I pay you double what you paid me?” She leaned slightly forward, a smile pulling at her lips.

“Triple.” What? She furrowed her brow, chewing her lower lip. Unusure she had heard right, the Zelosian repeated absentmindedly. “Triple?”

“And your next run will be free of charge.” Great, things just kept getting better and better, didn’t they? Still, the woman forced a smile on her lips; pale hand rubbed at her fiery strands furiously, trying to find solace in the small action.

“Well, alrighty then. You’ve got a deal.” And, well, things at least didn’t get nasty this way. She’d be broke for a while, but she’d rather have her wallet feel the pain rather than her legs.